"Enough." Uncle Yan gave a fierce shout, staring harshly at Yan Xiangma as he said, "Get back here right now. Don't you dare say another word to that evil dragon."
If they kept talking, everyone would probably realize how close those two were.
Yan Xiangma truly lacked all sense of propriety and right from wrong.
With the powerhouses of the Nine Nations' imperial families and major sects and sword schools all present now, how could he not immediately draw a clear line with that evil dragon, and instead actively step forward?
Judging by today's stance, that evil dragon likely had only one way out: death. What was there to "reminisce" about with a dead dragon?
Yan Xiangma sighed inwardly, cast a deeply worried glance at Li Mu Yang, and said with the utmost "ferocity," "You are now surrounded by countless human powerhouses, and only death awaits you. Hand over the Myriad Spirit Seal you snatched right now, and perhaps there's still a glimmer of survival..."
Li Mu Yang smiled coldly and seductively, saying in a deep voice, "What an absolute joke. Do you think I'd believe those lies of you humans? Even if I hand over this seal, you probably won't spare my life anyway? Death still awaits me. Since handing it out is death and not handing it out is death---I might as well fight you to the death. At worst, we all perish together."
Hearing Li Mu Yang speak of "perishing together," quite a few people felt a great shock in their hearts.
Earlier, Li Mu Yang had deliberately used the Dragon Lair as bait to gather all of them beneath it, whereupon the Dragon Lair collapsed and the Sky-Mending Stone transformed into a towering mountain to suppress them, nearly preventing them from ever rising again.
Could this